"Aunt Yun, this joke is not funny at all. I only have one mother, and her name is Yun Qiandu."
She admitted that Aunt Yun was very kind to her, but this did not mean that Aunt Yun could replace her mother's position in her heart.
Xia Chiwan panicked and avoided Yun Qiandu's confession, "Aunt Yun, I know I was in a bad mood after quarreling with you, Master Li Valley, but please don't joke about this kind of thing."
Her mother is dead, so how could Aunt Yun be her mother?
If Aunt Yun is really her mother, doesn't it mean that her mother doesn't want her and would rather live in the Valley of Desolation with Li Fengtang and give birth to a Li Wan'er?
No, she absolutely cannot accept this fact.
Her mother loved her, and there was absolutely no way her mother would abandon her!
Xia Chiwan already has a father like Xia Boran, and she is absolutely unwilling to accept another situation where she abandons herself for a man, starts a new family with that man, or even gives birth to a new child.
"Wan'er, I am your mother, I am Yun Qiandu, I am your mother."
Yun Qiandu never knew how painful it felt to be sad. Not being recognized by her daughter was so painful.
"No!" Xia Chiwan shook his head: "My mother is not like you!"
Looking at Yun Qiandu's eyes full of love and pain, Xia Chiwan gritted her teeth and denied it.
"Grandma once told me that I look very much like my mother. Even my grandpa looks like this. So, you, no, are."
Xia Chiwan took a deep breath. She hoped for countless times that her mother was still alive.
But if her expectations come true and she has to face such a cruel fact, Xia Chiwan said that her ability to bear it is not that strong yet.
Since he didn't recognize her then, why bother to recognize her today.
She would rather just know that the woman in front of her is her Aunt Yun, not her mother.
"No..." Yun Qiandu screamed in pain, crying so hard that she couldn't help herself. She had no idea how to unblock the coldness in Xia Chiwan's eyes.
"Wow..." Maybe he felt the pain of Yun Qiandu, the grandmother, or he was frightened by Yun Qiandu's crying.
In short, An'er, who was in Xia Chiwan's arms, was crying heartbrokenly, and Xia Chiwan couldn't coax her anymore.
"An'er doesn't cry, An'er doesn't cry." Seeing his precious grandson crying so miserably, Yun Qiandu couldn't care less about crying himself and hurriedly coaxed An'er.
Xia Chiwan was shocked to find that she could not comfort An'er, but An'er's crying gradually stopped under Yun Qiandu's comfort.
Xia Chiwan took a deep breath and placed An'er in Yun Qiandu's arms.
Perhaps An'er still had some memories of Yun Qiandu. For this reason, she slowly calmed down after staying in Yun Qiandu's arms that smelled of cold fragrance.
Holding An'er's warm and soft little body, Yun Qiandu burst into tears again. This is her grandson, the grandson she loves the most.
No wonder she fell in love with Wan'er as soon as she saw her that day, and felt a pain in her bones for An'er.
Because these people are all her closest relatives!
Under Yun Qiandu's comfort, An'er stopped crying and hiccupped.
Then, An'er rubbed her eyes, looked at Yun Qiandu, and then at Xia Chiwan.
Finally, An'er stretched out her lotus-like forearms to let Xia Chi Wan hug her.
Xia Chiwan took An'er and held her in her arms, coaxing An'er to sleep.
But Yun Qiandu was reluctant to let go of the small heater in her arms, but still let go of An'er.